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Subject: TG ARCHIVES: "Alice"
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Alice
by BryanDoug
******
"Alice, you come right down here immediately!, Your friend
Millie is here to see you"
Alice trembled at the thought. Millie was the last person on
earth he wanted to see, especially like THIS. But the poor child knew
full well what would be the consequences of disobedience. That sort
of thing had gotten him into this fix in the first place. There was no
putting off complying with his mother's command, of that he had no
doubt.
He looked into the full length mirror in the upstairs hall
while passing. Even after three weeks he still was not used to his
reflection. A pretty little 9 year old girl in a pink party dress
looked back....and yet he knew, or thought that he knew, that he was
really a 15 year old boy. A bit small for his age, perhaps, but a boy,
none the less.
For the last three weeks the women of the house had been
determined to make him forget that. It was becoming ever clearer to
him that this was not just a short punishment, but a concerted plan to
change his status permanently. OK, so he had been a bit of a brat,
but...this? He tried to smooth the full skirt down before descending
the stairs. The damn frock was too short. what with all those
petticoats, the lace on his panties was in view if he bent over in the
slightest....and that exposure resulted in an instant swat on his
nylon covered bottom. What with all that spanking and those
humiliating injections, his bottom seemed always tender of late. Those
short dresses gave the women of the house easy access to his ever more
girlish rear.
Alice really tried to descend the stairs like a lady. He felt
that he might as well try his best not to look too ridiculous before
Millie. With every step he took his petticoats and skirt ballooned up,
so he had to resort to keeping his wrists close to his side to keep
his skirts down. Millie could not help but notice his futile attempts
to conceal the expanse of lacy petticoats and smiled.
"Hi ALICE" She could hardly keep the delight out of her voice.
"Your new dress is very pretty. You look just lovely. I can see why
your mother thought that you would be better in skirts. They
definitely suit you"
Each word was like a new assault on his every diminishing
masculinity. "You never were much of a boy anyway, I like you ever so
much more as a girl"
And with that she took him by the hand and led him out to the
garden. There was no point in trying to resist. Millie, at 15 was
already 5'8" tall and 130 pounds and had a ripe figure in contrast
with his childish one. She outweighed him by an easy 30 pounds and in
her heels was at least 10 inches taller than he was. In her slim
skirt, heels and crisp cotton blouse she looked very mature for her
age in stark contrast to his puerile outfit. As he was reluctantly
pulled along he had an opportunity to get a good look at his full
rounded curves and caught himself wondering what it felt like to have
such full breasts and a rounded bottom.
It was well for him that he did not know that he would find
out, first hand, soon enough.
Millie led him to the swings and fussed with his dress till she
was satisfied that he was properly ensconced on his swing. She took
the next one, casually revealing a good deal of thigh and lace trimmed
panty in the process. The message was not lost on Alice. Why should
she care? There were obviously no boys around.
"Sweetie, your mother told me ALL about you." She gushed in
obvious delight. "You are going to just love being a girl, and I am
going to have such fun teaching you....in fact, I bet that Harriet,
Robin, and Lillian will hardly be able to wait to see you once I tell
them ALL about you"
"ALL about me?"
"Why Alice...oh I do love your new name...it's just perfect!,
you are going to make a lovely girl. Besides, I understand that you
have had a visit to the doctor....." She giggled.
"But she said that she would not tell" he whimpered. "Oh
Millie, how could she have let them do this to me?"
"Sweetie, it really is for the best, you know. Besides, it is
far too late to change back again, from what she told me." At least she
sounded sympathetic and was not making fun of him.
"Look" she said, jumping off her swing and taking hold of his
hands in hers.
"We are going to be the best of friends. You will love the
pajama parties and the shopping....oh that's the most fun....and wait
till you discover boys...or when they discover you" she teased.
A gust of August wind suddenly blew up the child's skirt and
petticoat. Millie's inspection of his pretty pink panties was obvious.
You could not blame her curiosity. Alice blushed from his toes to his
hair.
Millie covered her mouth with her hand trying to conceal her
laughter. She knew that he was terribly embarrassed. In spite of that
she could not stifle the involuntary exclamation "It really is true!!"
Alice fixed his gaze on an ant traversing the sand in front of
his swing. There was no denying the obvious. He would not even be out
of place in a bikini at a pool party. The doctor had seen to that!
Suddenly the tears began to flow. For a month he had tried to
be brave, but now, the full significance of the changes that had taken
place hit him.
Millie took him in her arms like a baby and brought him over
to a garden bench. She held him on her lap like a child as his sobs
continued. "There, there, sweet, things will be fine, I know you will
soon get used to it, and then you will love being a girl, You'll see."
She stroked his hair which was longish for a boy and so looked quite
in place for a young girl. It was so soft.....wasted on a boy.
"Do you really think that I will get to like it?" he
whimpered.
"Sweetie, you will be a lovely girl, we all will help you."
The last, rather than comforting him, only increased his
sobbing. Finally, in exasperation, Millie remembered her mother's way
of stopping such petulant crying.
"If you don't stop crying this very moment, I will give you
something to cry about"
And so it was that, as his mother came out into the garden,
she found him lying on Millie's lap with his skirts and petticoats up
exposing his cute bottom with its unmistakable signs of a recent
spanking. Even more amazing was the beatific smile on his face as
Millie gently massaged his tender posterior.
"Yes, the die is cast now. Alice is with us to stay," she
thought. "I suppose we ought to be making arrangements to transfer him
to St Mary's for the fall term"
It was almost as if she had prearranged it. As she walked
closer she could hear Millie saying "Now Alice, you really should be
in St Mary's with me in the fall. I could walk you to school every
day. Won't you like that?" His reply was so soft that his mother could
not make it out, but apparently Millie was satisfied because she
continued. "You are still a bit too little to go to class with me in
the 10th grade. If I were your mother I would enroll you in the
middle school. You are about the size of the other girls in the 7th
grade"
"Makes good sense" his mother thought, "and considering his
awful academic high school record it would not hurt to have him repeat
those subjects. Besides, he has a lot of time to make up in learning
how to be a girl."
"Millie, what a wonderful idea! How would you like to come
with me to the mall. Alice is going to need a new fall wardrobe for
school. I know that SHE will love having you help pick it out"
Alice began to whimper again. He remembered the last shopping
trip, only two days ago when they bought him the dress he was now
wearing. He knew that the next one would be a repeat of the last. Not
only had his mother made the clerks aware of his status, but he was
treated like a not too bright pre-teen miss who had to have all her
decisions made for her. They talked about him as if he wasn't even
there. It was all he could do to keep from crying when his mother
casually told the pretty young salesgirl ALL about him before the girl
propelled him into the changing rooms to try on the dress. If the
try-ons were embarrassing, having to stand quietly while the
salesgirl buttoned up the back of his dress and adjusted his
petticoats, if anything, modeling it had been worse. It seemed that
every one of the store staff just had to "help" in the sale.
He would never forget her saying "He looks just darling, don't
you think? He will wear it home."
And so he did, though not without the further embarrassment of
stopping for tea at a local restaurant frequented by his mother, where
he was introduced to the mysteries of the powder room. He had been
sitting at the table with growing discomfort. The three glasses of
water his mother had him drink did not diminish it either. In
retrospect he realized that she had intended this all along. He had
begged her to go home, but she merely acted surprised. "Darling, we
can take care of that little problem easily." She had motioned to the
waitress, a trim young woman in her early twenties, "Could you take
little Alice to "freshen up"?"
The waitress had taken him by the hand and led him nearly the
whole length of the restaurant, his short petticoats rustling and
giving amused matrons a view of his new undies. The waitress had left
him in front of a door with a stylized silouette picture of a woman in
a wide skirt. He could not deny that this was the right place for him
now. The worst part was that it was so ordinary. No one gave him a
second glance as he entered the booth and relieved himself. Since his
visit to the doctor he no longer could stand to void. The mass of
petticoats presented a bit of a problem, but that too was solved. He
remembered being concerned that he might not get them to hang properly
after and being ashamed at the thought. As he returned to the table he
saw his mother's satisfied expression and knew that things would never
be the same again for him.
FIN
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